SINFUL DESIRES: THE PROFESSORS I CAN'T RESIST
He stopped by the padded bench.
“Get up here. Put your ass out.” I climbed on, my face down and ass high. He secured straps around my wrists and ankles, locking me in place. The leather bit soft into my skin, holding me spread.
Next came the blindfold, a soft silk that blocked all light. He tied it over my eyes and eberwhere went black.
“Just feel.”
My breath sped up, my heart pounding. Without my sight, my ears became sharper and I could hear his steps and clinks of metal.